I've come to this conclusion.
I weep occasionally over how there isn't one thing in my life that is constant, one thing I am wholly sure of.
Dates [even the simplest of outings] with friends always, always fall through, no matter how much nicer the weather is these days. Dates with boyfriends are dropped before they are even made. My ipod comes close in it's constant companionship but it's prone to crashing when I need it the most. The satellite I pay for freezes in the middle of good playoff hockey. Work and school are temporary salvations. Bills I am sure of receiving in the mail every month, but who wants to find peace in that?
But Pippo Inzaghi. There is always Pippo Inzaghi. For this I am grateful.
Dates [even the simplest of outings] with friends always, always fall through, no matter how much nicer the weather is these days. Dates with boyfriends are dropped before they are even made. My ipod comes close in it's constant companionship but it's prone to crashing when I need it the most. The satellite I pay for freezes in the middle of good playoff hockey. Work and school are temporary salvations. Bills I am sure of receiving in the mail every month, but who wants to find peace in that?
But Pippo Inzaghi. There is always Pippo Inzaghi. For this I am grateful.